Reality as seen by a scholar of the nation....

I am a scholar of the nation.
As a scholar of the nation, I am encouraged to use the opportunity of a cheap education for my own future and the future of the nation itself, though education itself is already a business.
And as scholars come and go the hope of obtaining true education itself has become next to impossible. The ever-fading glory of a university can only be retained by its ever-vigilant residents; but even that is already fading as well.

Mismanagement, corruption, pollution, poverty, insignificance, oppression; will they teach us more?

Mismanagement caused great financial losses to the university itself; millions of funds were spent renovating and beautifying the outer image of the campus itself as the scholars experience sub-standard equipments and lack of facilities.
Corruption has rippled from high above the ranks and have turned into tidal waves of budget cuts upon the most important budget allotment; education. And now, the burden of education is gradually making its way onto the pockets of those who have been stolen from.
Pollution is a sign of neglect; neglect for caring about the planet and watching it die right before the very eyes of the next generation. This neglect also pertains to all of those who have the power, but cannot sway the minds of many to make a statement that those who have the higher voice can call to.
Poverty was once before the eyes of the scholars, a long slum area once seemed to be a screen of reality to those scholars; teaching them lessons of life that they can only experience if they have not chosen the path to an educated life. A reminder of consequences kept scholars head-strong and made them wiser.
Insignificance was rubbed onto our faces and told us to bend down, and stay down. Are our voices inaudible? Are our existences unfelt? Hardly a question for those who see us but do not sense us.
Oppression is now slowly eating away our morale. The ever-youthful scholars are forcefully made into adults, adults who’d rather go with the flow and avoid defiance. Idealism and idealists are being gunned-down and buried with secrecy; may it be deep into the forests, the bottom of a river, or a cement-filled drum. Defiance results in the loss of one’s life.

Shall they teach us more? Shall they awaken a sleeping rage that has been boiling for ages?
I guess not, for they have been sneaking under our very noses.
Corroding and taking away our voice and our freedom, one foundation at a time.
Until our idealism crumbles so that we, the scholars, can never make another reality.

The key to the future, we hold in our hands…
The question is… can we ever use it?

rain........ and more of it......

ah, rain...... the beautiful clattering noise that comes down every once in a while......
always have i cherished such moments; alone, sitting on my bedside, sipping coffee while staring out the window......

watching as the world around me takes a bath....... washing all of its troubles for a second, before diving again into the norm in which humans have made upon its face.........

it is peaceful, and at the same time, noisy....... the marriage of droplets and roofs hypnotize and take me on a ride unlike any other......

for it is the time when the surroundings are all covered in a blanket of water, ever flowing down, back into the earth where it sprang..... the cycle complete to and fro, balance being done....

clitter clatter, pitter patter......... soothing rain just can't be any better......

and as i enjoy a little cool breeze up in the veranda, i wonder what those whom i watch do.........are they staying inside their houses all snuggled-up and warm?....... or do they still do the usual things they have done in and out routinarily?.......

i sure do hope that they're not as bummed as me.....what else would i watch when all of human kind became bums........cuties won't be as cute........ nor beauties as well.........hunks would not be hunky........ but green and something else.......haha....... those people..... becoming bums?.......... nah!!

so let x be x and y be y........... or something like that........... boy, those calculus lessons are really taking a toll on my bored-out mind.........

it sure is pouring lightly......... just a short drizzle, then off, drizzle, then off again........ i'm writing this down as i watch from my room's window........ sipping coffee and eating chunky soup for the soul (err, i mean chicken soup)



it reminded me of the trip me and my buddies had, it was in real, quezon province........

one of my bud's clan owns a small resort right at the beach, nothing fancy, just a few roofed cottages, a home entertainment system, and lots and lots of sand as the floor itself........

oh, and there was a typhoon that two-day vacation........

the cottages didn't have walls so we were practically freezing our butts off as we struggled to sleep; let alone freeze the snot out of our noses......

but after all that, we survived and woke-up to a stunning view of the horizon.... a couple of pictures here and there, battle poses, cool profile shots, and we were happy bums........

so now, on this shady and chilled friday.... bathe my beloved earth.... bathe.... tomorrow, will be like the rest...... until you relieve yourself from the burden that is us......

taking a walk inside a nearby mall on a very gloomy sunday......

a gloomy sunday to all and to all a cloudy day........



it was last sunday and everything started out just like any other sunday in the life of a bored-out-of-mind college student...... waking up 10 in the morning and having cold and hard pan-de-sal together with a piping-hot cup-o'-joe......



nothing much to do but flip all over the living room couch while watching discovery........



so i decided to take a walk inside the neighborhood mall (two blocks away.)....... and i stumbled upon a few kids down the foot-bridge in front of the mall ("rugby-boys" as we call them here in the phils. -since they're always sniffing high-inducing adhesives and solvents)..... i've got nothing interesting in my pocket to give anyone today (just 50 Php/$ 1.25 approximately.).... and i'm also hungry so i decided to walk on by, seeing to it that i don't succumb to any good-willed money-giving impulse that people have when they see poor kids littering about.....

got inside the mall, bought a few snacks (nuts, crackers, caramel popcorn and a packet of juice)..... walked around some more, sat on a bench up in the 4th floor and watched the world revolve...... ahh, the 4th floor of entertainment, with all the arcade games, cinemas and whatnot..... it was easy to find a few cute college and/or high-school girls prancing around with their cute little gal-packs...... man, did they have me drooling.... anyways, back to the fun part....

giving someone something from my pocket.......
took a few seconds to draw something out from the jungle in my side-pocket.....
aha!..... a cute but tasty japanese candy........ apple flavor i think...... (got it from my japanese aunt)

so i looked around me, and there was no one on the bench but me and a cute little girl (4 to 6 y/o i presume)...... so i gave her the candy, it was so small, that my fingernails were just about the same size......

curious enough, the girl looked at me with he innocent looking eyes as she held a cone of cotton-candy on her right hand...... slowly, she took the small piece of candy i had in my hand - smiled and then ran away to whom i think is her older sister...... she took a quick glance at me and talked to the kid.........

seeing to it that i was heading for a smack on the face (if i was ever to be thought of as a pedophile) i quickly turned my head and gobbled up a few crackers until my mouth was full..... worst came to worst, she headed straight for me...... carrying in her arms the little tyke......
she came up to me and said "i told her not to take anything from strangers"....
so i replied in a very calm but nerve-racking "i'm sorry, it's just a habit of mine.... she reminds me of my younger brother"
she asked "and why is that?"
and i truthfully replied "our mom used to dress him up as a girl..... she always wanted one"
a couple of laughs and i was clear from the danger zone......

it's pretty amazing how young parents nowadays become more frequent.......
she was just about my age when she got her little human being........

people really are interesting........ need i find more entertainment?..... i don't think so......

(i didn't have a digicam with me that time, and i also don't own a cellphone, so i didn't have the chance to get a memorable photo.......... i guess memories would do nicely for a souvenir)

There's a first for (almost) everything.......

For starters, i want to thank my friend; EDifiED, for introducing me to the world of blogging.... Well, he just started himself and got me interested in this curious world.... 'nuf said, time for me....



Hmm..... I'm 18, a student at the not-so-likely-prestigious university that is PUP..... not that i'm not proud of my school, i'm just saying the facts.... the fact is, we have seen what really goes down when it comes to the down-low.... with all the ever-present education budget-cuts and all.....



Nothing special about me... i just like pressing keys (if you know what i mean.) I'm just a watcher, evenly seeing the world from different points of views.... fitting into almost everybody's shoes could get quite interesting.... Seeing as the world is cramped-up this much with people multiplying like live specimen on a petri dish..... simply amazing........



And all of what they've done and about to do...... people fascinate me (when they're unaware that someone like me is watching them.) Sometimes, i'd like to do something to further pique my interest on people.....



i give them something from my pocket...... like this.....
it's a sea cockroach.....
not much for a something-something from a friend, but this is the sea cockroach i gave to my first reciever.... EDifiED, he held it up front and flashed it in the face with his newly-bought digicam...... (no sea cockroaches were harmed in the making of this blog.)

well.... sure it wasn't the cutest sea-critter of all... but it sure could induce lunch-spilling side-effects..... (i threw-up because i smelled its thorax/stomach/belly.) eww-da-toilet.......

i hope this wasn't a complete waste of time....... maybe someday, something will be given to those who read this, from a pocket of a stranger.....